Page 17 of One Lustful Summer
I’m so goddamn hard as I take my time looking at her. She shivers and crosses her arms lightly over her chest. I lead her to the bed, and she takes a seat. I climb in the bed, laying on my side next to her. I ease the cup of her bra away from her breast, pushing the fabric down so hernipple peeks out. The rosy tip is dark, hard, and thick.
Just seeing it makes me want to bite down and suck deep, but I start slow, licking and flicking the tender skin with the tip of my tongue. She weaves her fingers through my hair and presses my head closer, but I want to take my time. I lift my head away from her breast, and she whimpers in displeasure, but she’s quickly changing her tune as I lock my mouth on her other breast.
Her hips jerk and her hands grip my hair as I work my tongue in leisurely circles around the dark areola, stopping only to nip the erect tip between my teeth and suck it long and hard into my mouth.
I climb over her body, but instead of coming to the rest on the other side, I anchor my weight above her as I straddle her hips; I grind lightly against her, and she rolls her eyes back in her head and slams her lips shut.
Her breasts are full, and I cup one in my hand, feeding her nipple into my mouth and stuck the tip harder as I tweak the other with my fingers. “You good?” I ask.
She slams her eyes open and grips the blankets between tight fingers. “Don’t you dare freaking stop.”
I laugh and leave her perfect nipples pointing at the ceiling. I make quick work to unhook her bra from the back and remove the annoying piece of material.
I move to the end of the bed and kneel beside her. My fingers run up and down her thighs, kneading the muscles until her mouth falls open and little purrs of pleasure escape from between her lips. I spread her knees wide and settle between her legs.
The scent of her arousal makes my mouth water. I work my thumb in gentle circles, watching how she withers beneath me. Her thighs tense and her breaths are ragged as I work my fingers inside, little by little. She’sgrinding her hips so hard, trying to draw me deeper inside that she’s practically slamming her body down on my fingers, but I want to be the one to bring her pleasure.
I don’t move my hand from her pussy, but use the other hand to lift the knee closest to me, a little higher. She follows my lead, bending her knees so her feet are on the mattress and letting her legs fall open. I lower my face to her inner thigh and lick and kiss her while I stroke her clit with increasing firms pressure.
Chapter 12
Maggie
Rowan lowers his head between my thighs and licks a path through my lips. My back arches and I cry out in surprise. His chuckle vibrates against me as he continues to lap at the sensitive flesh between my thighs.
When he sucks my clit into his mouth, I nearly come off the bed. “Rowan,” I gasp as my hands fist his hair. He growls against me and then spears my opening with his tongue. I whimper as the pleasure building inside me h me ready to explode.
I’m not innocent when it comes to sex, but I’ve never felt anything like this. My entire body is one knot of anticipation, waiting to unravel. Please,” I beg. “I need … I need …” I don’t know what I need, but I need it from him.
He lifts his head and stares at me, his lips glistening with my juices. “What do you need?” He demands.
My cheeks heat at his demand, but I can’t deny him. “Please, please, make me come,” I whisper.
“Your wish is my command,” he answers as he returns to licking and sucking my pussy. It doesn’t take long before I’m teetering on the edge. Rowan slips a finger inside me. It feels so good, but I need more. I needed him. My breath is harsh in the quiet of the room as I rock in time with his rhythm. He adds a second finger, and I gasp as he stretches me open.
“I need to get you ready. So all you feel is pleasure,no pain,” he tells me as he adds a third finger and my body stretches to accommodate him. He moves them in and out of me slowly as I adjust, and then picks up the pace until my orgasm hits me like a freight train. It slams into me so hard that I can’t breathe. My entire body goes rigid, and I cry out as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me.
Rowan shoves upward, pinning my body down. He surrounds me as he settles himself between my thighs. “You good?” He asks as he stares down at me.
“Yeah,” I answer.
I watch as he reaches over into the nightstand next to his bed and pulls out a condom. He tears the package open with his teeth and rolls the latex over his dick. He grabs himself and positions his tip at my entrance, and then slowly pushes inside.
It burns as he stretches me open, but there is pleasure mixed in with the pain. With just an inch left to go, he slams his lips down on mine and thrusts forward, filling me completely. His tongue mimics the movement of his cock, and I wrap my arms around him and hold on.
It doesn’t take long before I’m moaning into his mouth and rocking my hips in time with his movements. The pleasure is building back up at a rapid pace. This is so much better than I have ever experienced.
I moan and whimper as the pleasure increases, stronger than the last time. I’m right there, waiting for the rubber band to snap. As though he can read my mind, he lifts a hand from my hips and buries it between my thighs. He rubs my clit with his fingers, then pinches down on it. The sharp bite of pain pushes me over the edge, and I scream at his name as I come.
“Fuck,” he growls as my pussy clenches around him. “You feel so fucking good, Maggie.” He slams into me a few more times and roars as he finds his own release.
He leans down and kisses my shoulder lightly, and thenpulls out of me to remove the condom. He ties it off and tosses into a garbage can beside the bed. Then he flops down on the bed beside me and drags me over until I am laying half on top of him.
His hand rakes through my hair, making the aftershocks of my climax last longer. As goose bumps raise on my neck from the feel of his fingers lightly scratching my scalp, my body is completely relaxed, melting into his side. I don’t want to move. I want to stay here with him. But, I don’t want to overstay my welcome.
“I think you broke me,” I mutter against his chest.
“Same here, Maggie. Same here,” he says with a chuckle.
